Trigger warning: Gore content and mentions of child abuse
The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint flicker of an oil lamp that barely illuminated the packed shelves adorned with herbs and bones. Jars of all shapes and sizes lined the cabinets, some with crimson trails trickling down their sides. It was a macabre sight that made Jingsheng shudder.
On the table lay an array of sharp needles, ranging in size, alongside a collection of other surgical tools. Jingsheng couldn't help but gasp in shock. "Senior brother," he whispered, his voice trembling, "please don't tell me those earthen jars contain human blood!"
Yan Xing remained silent, but an icy aura emanated from his body as he strode towards the varied earthen jars, and popped one open. The air was instantly filled with the smell of metal – as expected, it contained blood.
